Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I close my eyes, my heart hammering still from him dragging me in here. Wiggling the best I can, I get up onto my knees and spread them as wide as I can, knowing what he wants. My entire body hurts from last night. My calves burn from the position I was in when he left me there. My shoulders hurt from being pulled across my body. My back is sore from how it was stretched over his footboard. I have bruises on my hips. And my feet from my heels. But my pussy? It’s pulsing, begging to be touched. Fucked. It hurts in the best way and I hope it stays like this. A reminder of what he does to me.
I flinch when his hands touch my thighs. He runs them up to my ass, under my skirt, before he flips the soft material up and onto my back. Hooking his fingers into my underwear, he takes his time, slowly running them up and down the inside of the material, his knuckles barely grazing my pussy.
I suck in a shaky breath when he pulls them to the side, exposing myself to him.
“She’s so wet,” he praises, and I dig my face into the comforter so he can’t hear my pathetic whimper. I always knew I’d get turned on by being dominated. “See how easy this was?” he goes on. “For someone to see what I have and take it?” Then I hear his zipper.
He doesn’t give me any chance to prepare for his cock. No fingers. No tongue. He thrusts his hard dick into me, stretching me with his large size and making me scream. It hurts. Just like it did last night. I’m sore and sensitive, but I want to get off. I want to hear him moan my name. I love that he can’t help himself. That he has this primal need to make me his. Over and over.
He shoves my legs farther apart with his, and the new angle has my ass dropping a little. He leans over my back, grips my hair, and yanks my face back, fucking me roughly until we’re both coming and tears are running down my face.
RYAT
ONCE DONE, I pull out, and she sags to the bed. I rip the skirt off her and undo my belt. She stretches out and sniffs. Helping her to a sitting position, I then go over to her dresser and open the third drawer, pulling out a pair of jeans. “Wear these.” I toss them onto the bed. “Keep your underwear on.” I want her dressed in her cum-covered underwear all day. I’ll make sure to stuff them into her mouth later. Give her a reminder of what I did to her when she disobeyed. I go to walk out of her room, but she stops me.
“How did you know where those were?”
I turn back around and stare at her. I fucked up her makeup, and her hair’s now a tangled mess from my hands. Pretty much messed up everything she just did to herself in a matter of our twenty-minute fuck. Leaning up against the doorframe, I cross my arms over my chest.
Her eyes drop to her skirt in my hand. “Ryat?” She barks my name. “You knew where the scissors were. And now my jeans.” Her voice rises.
I smile. She’s cute when angry. I’ll remember that.
“Did you … did you go through my room when I wasn’t here?”
I lay her unconscious body on her bed. Standing next to it, I watch her sleep. She passed out the moment she came on my face in my bed back at the house of Lord’s party. I got her dressed, placed her in her car, and drove her back to her apartment while Gunner followed me in his car with a drunk, passed-out Sarah as well.
Blakely won’t remember much come tomorrow. Too much alcohol will do that to you.
“Ready?” Gunner steps into her room to see if I’m ready for what we came here to do.
“Give me a minute,” I answer. Going into her bathroom, I open her drawers, searching for something that will be very important once I choose her as mine.
Crouching down, I open the bottom cabinets under her sink and see hair products along with curling irons. Standing, I open the drawer next to her sink. “A-ha.” I pull out the light pink container. Popping it open, I see the birth control and make sure she’s on the correct day. Just because she has it doesn’t mean she uses it. And she is. Just what I wanted to know. Now that I know she’s a virgin, I want to make sure I don’t have to use a condom. The last thing I need is to get her pregnant.
Putting it back where I found it, I exit her room and walk into the living room. I pull her cell, keys, and ID out of my back pocket and dump the stuff onto the countertop in the kitchen.